When Chi Mingwei thought of Chi Jiao's mother, his eyes were filled with reminiscence.
She was a woman completely different from Zhu Limin. She was gentle and strong, with a high IQ and EQ. No one who interacted with her had ever disliked her.
"Of course Daddy will accompany you," Chi Mingwei said gently.
In fact, no matter how busy he was, if it was Chi Jiao's mother's death anniversary or the Qingming Festival or the Zhongyuan Festival, he would find time to visit her.
Standing at the entrance to the kitchen, Zhu Limin almost broke her molars when she saw the nostalgic smile on his face.
"Daddy, can you tell me about my mother?" Chi Jiao's eyes lit up as she looked at him expectantly.
Chi Mingwei felt an unfriendly gaze from the kitchen. He looked up and saw Zhu Limin's back as she walked into the kitchen.
"Okay. Your mother was a very outstanding woman. She—"
